It's empathy from friends But it's pity from the others Who accidentally spit on you Whilst you're in the gutter ♪ A chance to make amends? Or just polite exchanges? Maybe, sometimes, call them "friends" When, really, they're just well meaning strangers Oh, I cauterized silly dreams that hurt my mind Metamorphosize in reverse Find myself a canvas swathe to revert Those I'd want to see, too far to spit on me Those I'd want to see, too far to spit on me Those I'd want to see, too far to spit on me There, a those-who-where-my-friends I may never see again